I don't ever really notice when guys are hitting on me. I'm oblivious.

Men are amazing. I love the way they are. They're consistently little boys, and they need to be nurtured and loved. But at the same time, they need to feel like men.

I just didn't know what the heck I wanted to do with my life, so I drove out to California and got really lucky.

I'm a firm believer that it's not the way you look or what you have, but what you've got inside.

At a pool party, with everybody around, a guy and I had sex in the pool, but nobody knew it.

It seems a little self-involved to be like, 'Oh, he's hitting on me.' Maybe he's just trying to start up an innocent conversation.

I basically left Texas with no money. I was making $3.50 working in some mall, so I didn't have a lot of cash. I took $1,000 and headed to California. Along the way I stopped in Vegas because I had always wanted to see Caesar's Palace. So I stopped there and won $2,500 on a slot machine! It was amazing.